Wild Hearts
Sting my eyes with your butterfly kiss
bringing out the crazy in me,
Swing upon my highs and lows
things can get a little messy;
Wild hearts seek wildfires
smiled, succumbing to emotional chaos;
Beguiled by little things, they mean so much
exiled relishing in logic’s hiatus.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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